Memories of life in Manas (Part 2)


The poor little tiger cub



This little fellow stayed with us for only a few days. It was an orphaned cub, the mom had been killed by poachers. I remember how excited everyone was, regarding its future and upbringing. I did not think it to be big deal then. The cub seemed more like a kitten to me, the way it would keep on crying. Unfortunately, it died one day when Deta had gone on leave to drop us off at our grandmother’s place. It had been a big setback then and I remember my parents getting quite upset.


I recall telling my new friends about the tiger cub when we shifted to Guwahati from the jungle. They had rolled their eyes and were absolutely incredulous till they saw the photographs. I was amazed, in turn, that the city kids had never seen a tiger in their lives. But the best moment remains the time when one of the kids’ moms had asked me once - what we did in the late afternoons (play time) in Manas. I remember replying innocently that I would be generally found riding on elephant back as that was the time the domestic elephants were brought for feeding. I could never understand why she had sniggered then.


Celebrating Republic Day




I loved 26th January in Manas. It meant waking up early and going to Deta’s office grounds to attend the flag hoisting ceremony. A large number of domestic elephants would also arrive on the scene. Deta would unfurl the flag, step back, look up and give a smart salute. Instantly, at that moment, the mahouts would cry ‘Salaam!’ to the elephants and they would curl their trunks upward as a salute. I just loved being a part of that ceremony and sing our national anthem throatily, albeit off-tune.


Deta’s office grounds have remained imprinted on my mind forever, for a very different reason. I remember seeing it full of people from the tea gardens adjacent to the forest one day. Apparently, a drunk tea garden employee who entered the jungle had been carried off by a tiger. The forest department was blamed for his death and hundreds of tea garden employees had surrounded Deta’s office, armed with spears, sickles, iron rods and double-edged axes. We could see the entire drama unfolding from our bungalow. I must have been around 4 years old then. All the women had congregated at our bungalow, comforting each other, with their husbands trapped in the office. Suddenly news reached us that Deta had received a blow from an axe when he had gone out to resolve the issue.


I remember how madly Ma had wailed on receiving the news. Later when Deta came back to the bungalow, my 2 year old sis had giggled seeing the blood on his shirt, thinking he had played Holi somewhere. It was a miracle that Deta survived that deadly attack. The man-eater tiger was caught by Deta and his men later and we had gone to see the captive tiger. Deta was awarded for his action and he was coerced to go to Delhi to collect his award from the then Prime Minister, Indira Gandhi. The award today lies somewhere in our store room, or may have got lost. I never saw it after the day Deta had returned with it from Delhi.


Part 1 here.

Comments

  1. Wow! To experience all this in real!
    Great to know about your father's bravery!

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  2. Sangeeta, I always love your pics & descriptions!
    Felt like I was there! :)

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  3. Eyes rolling and popping (I'm a city girl you see)! Girl the life you've lived, you are so lucky! Poor cub, how did it die?
    Great to know about uncle's brave act! Don't you think the award deserves a place on a mantelpiece?
    Waiting for more lovely tales from Manas!

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    1. Oh the cub died coz of wrong dosage of milk I think... And my father is a funny person, he does not like to keep awards like that. Anyways, have a great Diwali and keep up your amazing posts!

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  4. Nostalgic...ah! :)
    this sure is now an enviable childhood you had and salute to your dad for his efforts, now explains how you jumped off the train... blame the genes...eh! :):)

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    1. Hahahah! This was exactly what my cousins had told me after that train-jumping episode :)

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  5. Hoping in here from Aditis blog...... N am overawed by ypur stories of jungle! You hv a new follower

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    1. And you have a new follower, too! That's me :) I love your blog!

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